I’m sitting here in a corridor at school. The trip in was… Arduous. Stuck in a hot, steamy, sweaty bus, surrounded by sweaty, sniffly, sneezy people, in what quite frankly amounted to a tin-can Petri dish optimized for the rapid growth of biological cultures. The train ride after the bus ride also blew – too hot, too crowded, and too frickin’ old. What a joy.
There weren’t too many places I could think of, as I stood there, where I wouldn’t rather be – perhaps Hell or a psych ward (very possibly the same thing). But high up on the list of approved alternative destinations was this:
I think this is Mount Rundle, in the Banff National Park, in Alberta, Canada. I took this photograph on my annual mountain photography trip this past April. I’m afraid I get so excited taking photographs on those trips that I forget administrative details like stopping to read the signs that tell you what the mountain is called. I’m perfectly open to education, though, so anyone who knows for sure please do contact me.
I love that early morning trip. Every year I watch the forecast, pick a clear morning, get up at about 4am, get in my car and head in to the mountains for a dawn shoot of some of the most gloriously photogenic subjects on the planet. Most people see the mountains with the Sun high in the sky or at sunset, but when the Sun is just rising and the shadows are long and from the east instead of the south or west, we get a completely different perspective on the rocks.
I’ve already decided where I’m going for next year’s dawn excursion. Would you like to know?
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